Magic orange button
This is no waiting room this is waiting on the ward this is the hospital bed this is the walking wounded this is hospital food and a week of post-op antibiotics this is the gown that never closes this is the intravenous drip that drips drops into the veins this is that magic orange button for the need to pee in a plastic bottle or replenish the drugs when they wear off.
My Words, My World 
I hope your poem isn’t based on personal experience, Christopher!
Good morning Sharon!
Actually it was written while I was sat in my hospital bed awaiting an operation to sort my sinuses out, last month.
I hope you’re keeping well. x
Hi Chris, sorry for the delay! How are your sinuses now? I had a similar operation years ago, it helped a bit, but it’s not perfect. Wishing you wellness! XX
Hi Sharon,
I was writing you an email when I saw your message so I responded there; you have mail. 🙂
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